Текст песни ТЁМНЫЕ НЕБЕСА - Галерея страха

According to the garal of fear, one wandering in the dark
The pain settles as shine in my soul, in my soul.
Creek black bird madness over his head high,
And I like God's name Vure, I do not say anything here.

Around me portraits, their eyes are directed at me.
In empty eyes, cold wind and all the attendance of being.
Each of them now knows everything when death comes to visit,
Where a soul then takes off when the light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm in the gallery of fear one among the paintings
The midst of the dead shower is one alive, the medium of their insidious winters.
And my flame from the inside goes out here's a little bit
Like the wind, which flowed in a burning candle.

The holy walls, the cross wet, blurred under the legs of the dirt.
My name is the bodies of the deceased side of their way to occupy.
Cold wind blows in the back, as a funeral attribute.
Yes, I am a miring in this routine are waiting for me there.